#track ready street legal

[gatorbites-imagines]

hope ur having a good day! i wanna ask for some Eobard Thawne x Male Reader where reader is just a normal dude. Like just some guy, i think itd be a funny concept :]

Eobard Thawne x male reader

Headcanons

I love Thawne sm, he’s my bbygirl. He’s a lil crazy, but that’s okay.

Now Thawne is literally just the biggest hater in all of existence, like God damn. He runs on hate and spite, and I appreciate that, because its relatable.

Youd most likely have met after he’s been in a fight with some hero or similar. Maybe he crashes into your yard or into your apartment. You don’t know much about heroes, you know the main ones sure, but you don’t keep track of all of them.

So, when you see someone who looks like a yellow flash in your yard bleeding out, you just kinda shrug and drag him inside, patching him up to the best of your ability. You get the head part of his suit off him and your pleasantly surprised at how red his hair is, you’ve always liked redheads.

You know nothing about speedsters’ preferences for food, and your used to cooking for just one person and have meal prepped for that. But you pull out some snacks you got laying around and a bottle of water, and put it on table beside Thawne, where you flopped him onto your couch.

When Thawne wakes, he’s immediately ready to fight, until he notices he’s just laying on someone’s couch, in a random living room who knows where. He’s honestly confused, because he’s a well-known villain and was in the middle of a fight.

He almost jumps up to throw hands when you walk into the room, eating whatever dinner you had prepped the day before. Imagine his surprise when you just go “hey, your awake. I found you in my yard, you good?”

Insert very confused Thawne, he tries to pull the whole, evil villain thing, but you are so chill and unamused that he just ends up giving up. One way or another you two just end up sitting on the couch and watching the newest episode of your current show.

It becomes a thing honestly. In the beginning he shows up after fights for you to patch up, even though you know very little first aid, but whatever. You put up with it, because if that’s the payment you have to pay for a hot redhead to sit shirtless on your couch, so be it.

Thawne won’t admit it for a long time, but he starts to enjoy your company quite a lot. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t care less about him being a villain or what he does that has heroes after him. Or maybe it’s the fact that you don’t put up with his shit either.

The first time you scolded him and called him an idiot, his heart stuttered, and he won’t ever admit but his face got almost as red as his hair.

You tell him with a flat expression that he’s eating you out of house and home, because of speedster metabolism, so Thawne starts bringing groceries and helping around the house.

At some point you two realize he’s just kinda moved in, like a big street cat you’ve been feeding on your porch, that walked inside and just never left again.

You two never outright say you are dating, it just hits Thawne one day that you guys are cuddling on the couch and watching movies, and that you guys give each other kisses before you go to work, or Thawne runs off to be a villain like normal.

Its honestly quite domestic. I could imagine Thawne taking care of housework since you are the “breadwinner”, since you are the only one with a legal job. Sure, Thawne steals to get money, but he also starts stealing stuff you guys can use around the house.

Imagine Barry and the other speedster’s confusion when Thawne steals a brand-new dishwasher, or a whole porch set, chairs, tables, and all.

You never stop Thawne, since being a villain is kinda his whole thing, you just tell him not to do it with you around, so you have plausible deniability. You do appreciate the gifts he brings you too, but you never mention how most of the shirts he brings you are a little tight, you know he likes looking at you.

Thawne goes a lil crazy when you come home after work wearing your slacks, your button up and your tie. He always wants to be the one to undo your tie so he can pull you into a kiss.

He gets you expensive accessories you can wear to work, think watches that cost more than what you make in six months, tie clips, rings, etc. Everyone at your job honestly think you have some super rich sugar daddy.

You are both quite happy with your relationship, and theres nothing better than coming home to Thawne in an apron, cooking up in the kitchen. He always purrs when you come in through the door and swaggers over, drapes his arms over you, and asks about your day.

After some time, you two get engaged, it just kinda happened. You guys already act like a married couple, but one of you would have proposed. If it was you, you’d pull out a ring on a date or just during one of the evenings you are cuddling on the couch. You would use your family’s heirloom ring.

If its Thawne, he would go out of his way to make a huge deal out of it. hed rob the highest security jewelers in the world, or force the best jewelry maker to make a custom ring.

When the heroes show up its most likely Barry, maybe some of the others since Thawne has been MIA for a long time. They assumed he was planning something big, but he’s been busy playing househusband for you this entire time.

When they learn he’s trying to get a wedding ring they all thing “wait he’s got a lover???”. Thawne is gone before they can catch him though.

The heroes assume the worst, and assume his partner is as much of a villain as he is. Then Barry gets a wedding invite, written by you, since Barry’s been Thawnes nemesis for who knows how long.

Barry has always been a good guy, and since the invite specificlally says not to start anything at the wedding, he goes. Barry goes with the plan to scope out Thawne and his partner, but also to support him cuz its Barry.

Then he sees that Thawne is marrying you, the most normal guy he’s ever seen. When he talks to you, he realizes that you truly love Thawne, and though Thawne doesn’t say it with words, it’s clear the way he looks at you that he’s completely smitten.

The wedding goes great, and Barry is a big supporter, especially when he realizes Thawnes villainy has gone down a lot because he’s so happy with you, that he doesn’t wanna put you are risk.

It ends up becoming a peace thing, Thawne doesn’t do anything huge and Barry wont lock him away for life or have him thrown in the phantom zone. Thawne wont target Barry’s family and alike, and Thawne gets to stay with you.

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1. Girl with incurable cancer recovers after pioneering treatment

A girl’s incurable cancer has been cleared from her body after what scientists have described as the most sophisticated cell engineering to date. Alyssa, whose family do not wish to give their surname, was diagnosed with T-cell acute lymphoblastic leukaemia in May 2021.

Scientists at Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children in London gave her pre-manufactured cells edited using new technology to allow them to hunt down and destroy cancerous T-cells without attacking each other. Less than a month after being given the treatment, she was in remission, and was able to have a second bone marrow transplant.

Can I get a fuck cancer?

2. The UK has made gigabit internet a legal requirement for new homes

Updated regulations require new properties to be built with gigabit broadband connections and make it easier to install into existing blocks of flats across the UK. Connection costs will be capped at £2,000 per home, and developers must still install gigabit-ready infrastructure (including ducts, chambers, and termination points) and the fastest-available connection if they’re unable to secure a gigabit connection within the cost cap

3. US cancer death rate falls 33% since 1991

The rate of people dying from cancer in the United States has continuously declined over the past three decades, according to a new report from the American Cancer Society.

The US cancer death rate has fallen 33% since 1991, which corresponds to an estimated 3.8 million deaths averted, according to the report, published Thursday in CA: A Cancer Journal for Clinicians. Partly due to advances in treatment, early detection and less smoking, report says

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Retinal cells grown from stem cells can reach out and connect with neighbors, according to a new study, completing a “handshake” that may show the cells are ready for trials in humans with degenerative eye disorders.

Over a decade ago, researchers from the University of Wisconsin–Madison developed a way to grow organized clusters of cells, called organoids, that resemble the retina, the light-sensitive tissue at the back of the eye. They coaxed human skin cells reprogrammed to act as stem cells to develop into layers of several types of retinal cells that sense light and ultimately transmit what we see to the brain.

5. The ozone layer is on track to recover in the next 40 years, the United Nations says

The Earth's ozone layer is on its way to recovering, thanks to decades of work to get rid of ozone-damaging chemicals, a panel of international experts backed by the United Nations has found.

The ozone layer serves an important function for living things on Earth. This shield in the stratosphere protects humans and the environment from harmful levels of the sun's ultraviolet radiation. In the latest report on the progress of the Montreal Protocol, the U.N.-backed panel confirmed that nearly 99% of banned ozone-depleting substances have been phased out.

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The Ugandan government has declared an end to its Ebola outbreak, less than four months after cases were first reported. Since 20 September, 56 people have died from the virus, which is spread through body fluids, and there have been 142 confirmed infections.

The country has reported no new infections in more than 42 days – twice the maximum incubation period of the virus, a World Health Organization benchmark for a country to be declared Ebola-free.

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[seat-safety-switch]

Building a race car is a huge undertaking. You can start with a production vehicle, but as you race it, you'll slowly notice things deteriorating. Maybe you'll get lucky, and it will just be wheel bearings you have to replace prematurely. If you're really in the shit, or if you started adding a ton of power, you'll be seam-welding and buttressing parts of the body as they tear themselves apart under the repetitive, brutal forces. Things will break that make the dealership parts monkeys claim they "ain't never sold one of these before."

Anything that's successful on track, even a car that once ran on the street, is a melange of hacks, tears, and sleepless nights of re-engineering. And every major city has experts who can help you make things more reliable, for a price. For instance, did you know that old iron-block engines will slowly drift out of square the more you pound on them? After a couple years of hard use, they need to be re-bored, or they'll devour crankshaft bearings alive. That little bit of knowledge cost me (or at least my tax-deductible street racing team, Project Dodge, which, it is important, is legally distinct from myself and accepts all liability for its own actions or inactions) the approximate price of sending a conceptual artist to the International Space Station.

What this means is that, if you're sitting there in the stands cheering on the professional race car that looks like your car, you're actually cheering on some kind of futuristic jet fighter wearing the skin of your vehicle like Buffalo Bill. This, of course, should not discourage you from cheering on a professional race car. Cubic dollars have been spent on every inch of the car, developing it into a new kind of monster that is ready to do battle with all the others. Then thrown away, of course, because things wear out, and race car builders need to put food on the table, and races get more competitive every season.

Anyway, that's why I'm driving a Craftsman Truck Series racing truck to work these days. Those eggheads at NASCAR did a pretty good job on this thing, and our remarkably lax import laws don't blink an eye at a "Chevrolet pickup truck plus spares" driving across the border, even if it is at 120dB and fully sideways. And with my boring commute to work, chances are this thing's race-hardened might will never break.

[moneypriestess]

sorry that this isn't like the other one i wrote, and i don't really mention vlad or the other imagine i wrote, but i like this so pls no negative things :) i hope you like it!

Danny was walking home from his school when a stranger suddenly accosted him in an alleyway. The man's hand reached out and grabbed Danny by the arm, startling him. Danny's instincts took over, and before he knew it, he had latched onto the man's hand with his sharp teeth. The man grunted in pain and tried to pull his hand away, but Danny wouldn't let go. He kept on biting, and the man soon realized that there was no easy way out.

The man tried to talk Danny down, but his words fell on deaf ears. Danny's eyes were narrowed, and he had a wild look on his face. He was completely consumed by his animalistic instincts, and all he wanted to do was to keep on biting and gnawing on the man's hand.

The man started to panic, and he yelled for help. But there was no one around to hear him, and he knew that he was trapped. He continued to struggle, but Danny's hold on his hand only grew stronger. The man was in agony, and he was starting to wonder if he was going to lose his hand.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the man heard footsteps coming from down the alleyway.

Bruce had been patrolling the streets of Gotham when he received a call from commissioner Gordon. There was a report of a disturbance in an alleyway, and Bruce knew he had to investigate.

As he approached the alley, he saw two figures struggling in the shadows. He crept closer, ready to swoop in and take down whoever was causing trouble. But to his surprise, it was Danny Fenton who had a hold of the other man's hand.

Danny was wild-eyed and unkempt, and Bruce could see that he was in no state to be handling a situation like this. The other man was clearly in pain, and his hand was covered in blood.

"Step away from him, Danny!" Bruce commanding voices echo through the alley.

Danny froze in his tracks, holding the man's hand with his sharp fangs. Bruce could see the fear in his eyes, and he knew that Danny was not in control of his actions.

Bruce quickly assessed the situation and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out his signature batarangs and shot them at the ground near Danny, creating a loud noise that startled him.

Danny let go of the man's hand, and Bruce quickly came forward, grabbing Danny in a bear hug and pulling him away. Batman was experienced in dealing with situations like this, and he was able to calm Danny down.

The man who had been attacked was grateful for Batman's intervention, and he thanked him profusely. Bruce knew that Danny needed help, and he made sure that he was taken care of as well.

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[naavispider]

Omg I’m gonna need modern au Quaritch teaching spider how to drive just seeing spider super stressed out thinking Quaritch will be mad at him if he messes up while Quaritch is just patiently trying to teach him

This is a very old ask, sorry! This is not Q + S from the Cat's in the Cradle, just a generic modern au situation! cw: swearing

"Check your mirrors."

Spider looked at the wing mirrors in turn, unsure what he was really supposed to be looking for. "All good."

"And the rear view?"

Spider glanced up, noting the space in the mirror that was obscured by the top of the car. He reached up and adjusted it, pulling it down to his height. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice Quaritch smirking in the seat next to him. "Bite me," Spider muttered, unimpressed that Quaritch still got satisfaction from being taller than him.

"Can you reach the pedals?"

"Fuck you."

Quaritch leant over, checking for himself that Spider's feet were indeed within reaching distance of the controls. He made an amused sound, and before Spider knew it, the seat was inched forwards without his permission.

He paused, turning to glare at Quaritch.

Quaritch was unabashed. "Safety first, hotshot."

Spider could tell the man was enjoying this. He would be too, if Quaritch wasn't so goddamn overbearing. And if the car they were practicing in wasn't worth $3.1 million.

His hands were clenched tightly on the leather wheel in front of him, the double seatbelt was strapped firmly across his chest, and yet Quaritch was the picture of relaxation. He hadn't bothered to do his own seatbelt, and was instead twisted sideways to always keep an eye on what Spider was doing.

"Okay, put it in drive."

Spider was almost nervous to do so. He refocused his gaze on the bare track ahead of him. They were remote - there wouldn't be any other cars around to worry about, yet still Spider was nervous. The Bugatti was the fastest street legal car anywhere in the world, with a top speed of 489 kph in test runs. Spider had never so much as driven a golf caddy.

"Okay, when you're ready, you're gonna gently squeeze the accelerator... just like we talked about..."

He took a low inhale, foot hovering over the right pedal. Quaritch obviously trusted him, so that was good enough for Spider. He tapped the pedal with the barest hint of pressure, and the car jolted forwards unexpectedly.

"Shit!" He let out, before immediately removing his foot from the pedal.

"It's okay," Quaritch tried to reassure him through a smug grin. "Even softer..."

Spider continued to cuss under his breath, but followed his father's advice. He took another breath, then ever so lightly pressed the pedal down. This time when the car shot forwards, Spider was expecting it. He released the pressure while letting the engine carry them forwards still. "Holy shit," he muttered, allowing the car to move, gripping the wheel far tighter than was necessary.

"We're coasting!" Quaritch encouraged, smirking as he gripped onto his door handle. "Keep going, get her up to a decent speed..."

Are you sure? Spider wanted to ask, but he kept his voice off to focus on accelerating the sports car down the empty road. They were moving, and Spider eyed the speedometer anxiously, watching the needle move higher and higher as they gathered speed. The rocks and bushes at the sides of the road began to streak past them faster and faster, and the roar of the engine below them sent a thrill of exhilaration right through Spider's bones.

"Bring her down to 80," Quaritch instructed, his eye also on the display.

Spider did so, keeping the car at a steady speed. "And up to 100..."

Once Spider had gained enough confidence in Quaritch's eyes, the older man soon gave him permission to take it to 160 kph. "Holy fuck," Spider muttered to himself when the car shot forwards at his command, sending both him and Quaritch back a little in their seats with the force of the acceleration.

"Well done!" Quaritch congratulated him, "Now for the hard part. Keep her steady and let her coast while I'm talking, but in a moment you're gonna use the break. Do not press hard." His voice turned gentle as he tried to explain. "Think of it like how you'd touch a beautiful woman."

"Disgusting," Spider interjected, eyes still on the road.

"Feather light... You don't wanna upset her..."

"Got a lot of experience with that, huh?"

Quaritch levelled Spider with a cold stare. "If you're not gonna listen then you're never getting in that seat again."

Spider shook his head, but relented. The car was already beginning to slow without his pressure on the accelerator, so he didn't imagine that stopping would be too difficult.

"Okay, gently, when you're ready."

Spider tried to touch the brake as lightly as he could. Despite his rebuttals, he was listening to every word his dad said. It was still too much - the car jolted suddenly, causing the seatbelt to catch Spider in his seat. With a gasp of surprise, he released the brake and allowed the car to coast again, this time at a much slower pace.

"Jesus, kid!" Quaritch, who was not wearing his seatbelt, looked pissed. "I said a beautiful woman!"

"Fucking hell, dad, I'm trying!" Spider's voice also rose angrily. He tried again before Quaritch could berate him further, this time succeeding in slowing the car down in a much more gentle manner.

"There we go... and all the way to a standstill..."

Spider finally brought the car to stop, with one final unpleasant lurch. He sat back in the seat, not having realised how sweaty he'd got.

"That was cool," he said, a grin breaking out over his face as he turned to face Quaritch.

Quaritch quickly leaned over and put the handbrake on for him, before Spider could remember. "Put it in park," he said wearily. "Never again. Not until you learn how to be gentle."

Spider was surprised. "What do you mean? That was fine!"

"Oh it was fine, huh?" Quaritch challenged him. "Tell that to my brake hoses!"

Spider stared.

"Get out of the car, I'm dropping you home."

#avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #spider socorro #miles quaritch #atwow #miles spider socorro #colonel quaritch #avatar fanfiction #atwow fanfic #my stuff #onehsot #avatar modern au

[lazlolullaby]

late hatching, a Batman Beyond and Batfam concept

I think i made myself clear as mud in my last post that the Batfam as it stands now in the comics does not mesh with the DCAU timeline.

but that doesn't mean the batfam can't come to Terry.

Special thanks to this fic (slice of life where Bruce is younger, has the fam but can't go vigilante anymore so they hire Terry to babysit) https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548396/chapters/112054687

and this series. (Balances dark and light very well, even if the Batfam grow and protect Gotham, Terry still gets the cowl) https://archiveofourown.org/series/1710604

So. Here's Cake #3!!! Ya'll enjoy and if you make something i'd be happy to see it!

TL;DR: Cassandra steals a delayed Damian from the League of Assassins, reunites him with his elderly genetic donor, and decides to stick around. Dick decides that he should probably keep a closer eye on the manor. More people come out if the dark streets of Gotham, ready to fight to keep it safe.

Batman II gains Pranking Auntie Black Bat, Worried Uncles Grayson and Drake, Mob Parents Jason and Roy, the gossipy PIs Signal and Spoiler, and Murder Child Robin. Terry gets an existential crisis, Matt gets a some emotional and physical wounds, and Mary gets some inheritance money.

AKA: Beyond limited capes AU.

From the top, chronologically:

Cassandra lost her chance to train with Batman. He refused, after the Incident with Tim Drake and the Joker. Even though she was a trained fighter, he can't risk it. He can't risk anyone. He points her in the right direction for help and keeps tabs like he does.

Cassandra is adopted by Nightwing and becomes the Batgirl of Bludhaven, eventually Black Bat on her own, focusing on saving other children forced into a life of cloak and dagger.

(Jason Todd was never written into the DCAU shows. He and Tim Drake were condensed for reasons. But let's presume he was there the whole time. They were friends on the streets. He was late trying to help Tim find out what was in the locker. He remembers Robin later trying to help him before suddenly leaving. Overlooked by Batman, thus overlooked by the Joker, the League of Assassins, and heroics in general. But he survived. Saw all of the pain and anger and just decided to run his little piece of Gotham how he likes it. No starving kids. No heroes or villains. Absolutely no Jokerz. Roy Harper comes to break it up but then goes: hey I'm sorry but the Drug Lord just got me clean off drugs so I'm gonna marry him.) They are older gay mob grandpas with their daughter Lian.

Since the Joker is dead, Duke's parents are not affected by the Venom. He still has an interest in vigilantes. He was able to track what happened to Robin. Batman scares him off, but he's still determined to help. So like comics canon, Bruce points him to learning opportunities. He ends up becoming a Private Investigator, of Signal and Spoiler fame.

Batman saves Stephanie Brown from her shot at the cape. They also work closely with Barbara Gordon. Stephanie is also an investigative journalist and busts open several mob and villain rings with the help of Duke, Jason, and silent help from Batman.

Cadmus sees all of these new Robins keep getting denied left and right. Concerned that Batman was needed, they go ahead with Project Batman Beyond.

Bruce discovers this. He creates a false paper trail. A company was illegally creating clones/children of the rich for blood transfusions and organ transplants. And the occasional "long lost heir" con. It was easy enough to add Terry and Matt to the list before exposing them.

Bruce went over to the Mcginnis household with a lawyer and an NDA. Terry and Matt don't have a legal right to the Family Fortune, but they do have a small trust fund to be given when they're 18. (small is relative when you're rich.)

Terry grows up. He gets the job at Wayne Manor. (With Mary's blessing, of course.)

Terry tracks down Dick Grayson and they have a agreement about weekly emails. He never comes to Gotham. (Batman II, fighting Nightwing: PER MY LAST EMAIL-) Dick doesn't show up at the Manor at all. Not until Terry sees him scrubbing the Joker Graffiti off of the Batcave walls.

Now everything after this is post-ROTJ movie.

And then. Damian. The League of assassins has been trying to recreate Batman as well. But all of the clones consistently die around their 8th birthday. So the project was delayed by decades. They accepted a work around with the splicing tech. Damian wasn't originally related to Bruce and Talia. But they overwrote his DNA to truly make him the Heir. They were training him to take over the Batman mantle - he wasn't ready to do it yet, but then Terry as Batman II pops up. Damian is angry. Cassandra is able to sneak in and use that to smuggle him out to Gotham.

so now the Manor starts filling up with Dick, Cass, Damian, and occasionally Tim and Terry gets moved to a less hectic shift. He's bounced off of solo vigilante status and now has to contend with Cassandra and Damian following him around.

The official story is that the Cloning and corporate espionage happened and now Dick Grayson came back to Gotham to help his elderly father raise his clone and handle his affairs. He brought his security detail, Cassandra. Also they get Titus the emotional support dog for Damian.

Mary Mcginnis calls Bruce and renegotiates the terms of the NDA, since the cat's out of the bag. She sits Terry and Matt down and tells them that they're not genetically related to Warren. Terry. Does not take it well. Matt is confused and sad.

Damian hears about this and tries to kill Matt both as a "thing the League trained him to do" and "he's like me why does he get to be happy?" anger and jealousy over his life.

Batman II is seen wrangling a brightly colored child and demanding that he not stab his brother. Matt recognizes the wrangling and figures out who's under the cowl.

There are now officially two Robins. Pray you get the one without a sword.

(that's it it's just Terry adjusting from being a Single Child of Batman to being a Middle Child of the Batfam)

#batman beyond #batfam beyond au #terry mcginnis #damian wayne #cassandra cain #dick grayson #Duke Thomas #Stephanie Brown #jason todd #bruce wayne #lazlo's lulls #idk something about bruce wayne dying at 8 in the alley with his parents #i mean metaphorically the child dies and what's left builds himself into batman you know #anyway i feel like Damian would feel intense Emotions upon seeing Matt and Terry #them being normal and him being shaped into a weapon #but all of them gravitating to the cape anyway #the dynamic between Papa Jason and his favorite juvie child Terry has got to be funny too

[justmultifandom]

Kidge winter event

Day 1: Ice skating

Every large city during the Christmas period begins to wake up from the cold and sad autumn, just as the yellow and orange leaves fade away, all the streets are filled with a warm atmosphere of joy and lights. In the evening the shop windows, streets and decorations light up while families, couples, teenagers and children stroll with packages in hand and smiles on their faces. New York was covered in snow, and everyone seemed so happy and carefree at the idea of celebrating the first Christmas after the end of the war. One couple in particular, however, were trying to keep a low profile, dodging other people and walking with some haste, and when they arrived at the closed gate of a public park, one took the large duffle bag off his shoulders and gave it to the figure smaller next to him.

“Keith, I swear to God if we end up in prison for any of your stupid shit that you didn't do in your teenage years I'm going to stop hanging out with you!” the girl growled, looking around to make sure they weren't seen.

“You sound so legal, but I'm not the one who illegally signed up to a military space base, Katie”: he sneered, climbing over the fence and landing on his feet on the other side. She tossed him the duffle bag, which fell to the ground with a silent clang on the snow.

“Yes, but that's not why Shiro invited us here…”: she grumbled, taking one last look around before climbing over and following him. Shiro, after declaring that he was engaged to Curtis, bought a large penthouse in the center of New York, which now housed all the paladins including Coran and Romelle. According to him it was a way to meet again and maintain the bond as long as possible after the departure of the lions.

“Okay, but honestly, what are we doing here?”: she asked, adjusting her scarf and shivering at the gust of wind.

"Ice-skating"

"Ice-skating?"

He nodded.

“But what if you don't even know how to skate?!”: she laughed.

“Indeed, but at least everyone will think that we went to the legal track, and not on a frozen lake…”: he smirked, holding her hand and dragging her through the light snow-covered bush up to a point where the snow left room for a flat ice field.

“You're smart, you know?”: Pidge smiled, looking him in the eyes: “You gave everyone a false lead so Lance and Romelle won't know where we are…”

“Do you see that sometimes I think?”: he smiled, sitting down on the snow and taking two pairs of ice skates out of his bag. As soon as they had them at their feet, she began to move to gain confidence by doing a few laps around the perimeter from the pond, while Keith remained sitting next to her watching her move with all that elegance.

“Are you going to stay here and watch me from behind all night or will you come here with me?”: she laughed, approaching slowly.

“The view from here is very beautiful…”: he smiled, standing up and trying to gain balance. As she had said he didn't know how to skate; How could he have learned in the middle of the desert? She helped him, pulling him up gently, then intertwining their fingers. Pidge continued to guide him, showing him how to bend his knees and move his feet. After years of war in which he was leader, Keith finally let himself be carried away by someone else's orders and advice.

When he was finally able to skate slowly without that attention, they remained with their hands clasped as they were transported by the cold mist into their immense solitude. She let out a gasp when he surprised her by whirling around almost knocking them both over, wrapping his arms around her hips as he pulled her into a passionate kiss.

There they were alone: just two hot bodies making fiery sparks, ready to explode. They were alone there. There they could just screw it all and show themselves for what they were. They had wasted too much time hiding their love from the whole world.

“You have no idea how long I've waited for this…”: she smiled, her cheeks and nose slightly pink from the cold.

“Me too…”: he replied, dragging her into another kiss. They remained there for many moments warming themselves with their bodies pressed next to each other's, exchanging fiery kisses. They were interrupted only by the sight of blue and red flashes shining in the night and reflecting off the ice and snow.

“I saw them climbing over here!”: they heard a man grumble: “It must be those usual thugs who deface the walls!”

“I think we have to run now…”: Keith whispered, taking her hand and letting her accompany him to the shore.

“I can't believe that if they reach us I'll end up in prison because of Keith Kogane!”: she snorted in amusement, quickly taking off her ice skates and putting her boots back on.

“Hey, you two!”: shouted a stout and chubby looking man in a uniform. They both laughed as they stood up, starting to run away.

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[handoverthekawaii]

We Go Together | Homelander x You | Chapter 25

Taglist: @hom3landr @theaudacitytowrite

After months of waiting, you and John are just one night’s sleep away from the big day — tomorrow, John will finally face Vought in court for the first day of the civil bench trial.

The legal proceedings have dragged along, with victories scored on each side. In one clash, Vought managed to convince the judge to institute a gag order on the involved parties until after the verdict. BUT, Em’s firm tracked down one of Madelyn Stillwell’s former secretaries, who is more than willing to share how much time her boss was spending keeping America’s favorite hero satisfied when he first debuted in The Seven.

Alvarez and his colleagues spent weeks reading box after box of discovery materials, practicing oral arguments, and prepping John to testify about his illegal contract with Vought. When you and John leave the law office for the day, you feel confident that there’s nothing more to be done to prepare. From here, you have no choice but to let the legal process play out, and to hope that the court can see through Vought’s conniving ways.

But John is still nervous — he won’t admit it, but you can tell by the way he keeps clenching and releasing your hand as you walk up the street toward a nearby park. It is nearly the end of summer now, so much warmer and sunnier than when you first started working at Vought back during spring. Now, it’s the perfect time of year to stay out a little late on the town, cut loose, and maybe take a step outside both your comfort zones.

Which is how a couple hours later, John ends up sitting on a barstool beside you, getting ready to participate in a trivia competition at a local Irish pub. He’s never been comfortable drinking — too many opportunities to make a truly catastrophic drunken mistake. Instead, you and he split an appetizer of pretzels and dip while you wait for the first question.

It took him months to be confident visiting public places, even disguised with street clothes and sunglasses. All summer long, he worried that someone would stop to squint at him and say, “You look familiar…” but it never happened. John is realizing that most people don’t gawk at each other the way they used to gawk at Homelander.

As it turns out, having a secret identity has its perks..

With a deep knowledge of American history, current events over the last twenty years, and Vought International’s many pop-culture offerings, John proves himself a standout trivia contestant. You can barely keep up, dropping a semi-confident answer here and there, but your efforts combined land you in third place when the scores are tallied. A perfectly respectable score, you and John reassure one another — and, next time, you’ll probably win the whole thing!

Now, sure, John makes a show of rolling his eyes and insisting to the bartender that he’s only here because of YOU. But in truth, he knows that you insisted on coming to take his mind off the proceedings tomorrow.

And it’s working, John thinks to himself. He won’t allow himself to fully relax until the trial is over but, at least for now, he can feel the weight on his chest lightening and his mood lifting.

All thanks to you — YOU made that happen for him.

He loves you so much that it hurts. And when you get home for the night, he’s going to tell you — no, he’s going to SHOW you — just how fucking much you mean to him.

“All rise!” the bailiff shouts, announcing that the judge is entering the courtroom to begin hearing the case of John Gillman v. Vought International Co.

Glancing around as you sit back down, you can’t help but be astounded by the array of people assembled in the courtroom today. Alvarez and John are seated at the plaintiff’s table, the captain of The Seven wearing his Homelander uniform for the first time in months. You, Em, and other staff from the law firm are lined up in a row of chairs behind the plaintiff’s table.

More of John’s supporters sit in the public gallery benches. Many of them are strangers — like the college kids wearing #freehomelander shirts — but there are also a couple familiar faces. Black Noir is standing in the back of the courtroom, and Translucent’s disembodied voice whispered a greeting as you and John exited the elevator.

No cameras are permitted in the courtroom, but the rest of the seats are filled with journalists, from NNC and the New York Times and USA Today, phones at the ready to start live tweeting once the proceedings begin.

Then there’s the opposing counsel, a small army of grey suits from Vought’s Legal Division flanking Madelyn Stillwell herself. She tried to approach John when she first saw him, but Alvarez heroically jumped in and herded the executive back to her seat.

No Stan Edgar today, though — the bastard must not think it’s worth his time to be here, John thinks to himself angrily as the judge takes a seat at the bench.

We’ll see about that, won’t we, Stan? [continued on AO3]

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[lake-archive]

Track 5 - You Will Get Into Shape!

While this chapter itself contains no content warnings, it is part of a bigger work which contains various content warnings! Read at your own discretion!

AO3 Link

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Character: Ann Wolff (OC), Ichijiku Kadenokoji

Synposis: It had been their first meeting, when Ann had her first official day as part of Chuohku. Ann met her, the second woman in charge… Ichijiku Kadenokoji. And she seems scary at first glance. A little too scary…

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The first day had approached quickly, the night having passed very quickly, Ann was sleeping not so great, constantly moving around in her bed and being plagued with thought after thought. Reflecting on the day as well as what to expect the day after. She did not know what to think about any of this, what to say. Especially when the name of her instructor had dropped. 

She had seen said instructor in public. After all,she made several public appearances and announcements, sometimes even roaming the streets to see if everything was going as it should, that there was no uproar and everything was in order. The Deputy Prime Minister of Japan, second in command within the Party Of Words – Kadenokoji Ichijiku.

She carried herself a certain way, a way which would make anyone shut up in her presence and pay attention to her. If you didn’t after all it would mean off with your head… If it was legal. Strict, loud and ruthless, she knew how to portray herself. It would either make you respect her or fear her, nothing in between. Even in the short instances Ann had spotted the woman on television, she was always convinced that Kadenokoji had done so on purpose. But who would blame her? She has a position to fill, people need to take her seriously. If they don’t then what would be the point? So it was understandable… And yet, that didn’t make her any less scary, even from afar.

And thus Ann had frozen into place when her mother said that she would be instructed by the Kadenokoji. “Y…You’re joking, right!?” Was Ann’s first question, being in utter shock. And yet, her mother had assured her daughter that this was the truth. Ann was going to be under the care of Ichijiku Kadenokoji for a bit, being instructed and taught to bring out her best… Or so her mother had explained it. It was… A lot to take in and secretly Ann wished that this was some sick, twisted joke. What does someone so important want from her to begin with? Why her!? Chuohku must have way more instructors than this! Wasn’t Kadenokoji too busy or something!? So it was already impossible to explain why she was forced to waste her time with someone like Ann, literally. It was terrifying. This reality was utterly terrifying. And even then, there was a slim hope that this was just a sick joke. It just had to be. It just had to… Be…

But no, it was not a joke. No one had been kidding. This was reality. First Ann had gotten up in the morning, getting ready before heading with her mother to Chuohku headquarters. There she had been greeted and welcomed by one of the officers personally. She had been instructed to wait as Kadenokoji was in an important meeting with the Prime Minister Tohoten at the time and thus couldn’t attend right away. Yet Ann had shown understanding, nodding and thus waited right where she had been told, sitting there in silence. It gave her time to prepare for this surreal encounter. 

Her body was stiff and she was sweating under the mask she was wearing around her mouth. It started to feel warm… Or perhaps it was also a result of not just her mask but also half of her face being covered by one eye as well as the hat on their head. A uniform primarily in black altogether, only a hint of pink on it. So despite the skirt it could turn warm pretty quickly when the sun was shining right inside the room. Mix it with nervousness and—

But there was little time in the end. Because before she could finish any further thoughts the automatic door had opened, the sound echoing in Ann’s ears. It made her jump up from one moment to the next, her head turning to said door. And to her surprise… There she was. A tall woman with long, red–pink hair bound into a ponytail. She wore one of the higher up uniforms. Not to mention that she was walking on heels. She didn’t have to, she was probably tall without them, and yet she seemed more imposing that way. Her blue gaze pierced through the room, searching for someone as she turned her body around, to have a better look at everything. She stopped when having spotted the brunette however, approaching her with loud steps, the heel walk being all too audible. 

She got closer and closer, making Ann freeze more and more on the spot, unable to leave the position she was standing in. This… Was she, right? It was hard to believe and yet, here she was, right in front of her, looking down at the young woman. Honestly, she may as well have been an ant in comparison, nothing but an insect. Ann felt so tiny, insignificant. Well, truth to be told, she probably was, especially compared to the tall woman.

“You!” She began, a little loudly, which made Ann flinch in place, then only nodding meekly. “What's your name!?”

“A.. Ann Ma'm!” She responded, the stiffness only becoming worse as the seconds passed. “Ann Wolff.”

“Aha, so you're Hilda's daughter. That girl…” She commented first, though then added: “No matter. I'll whip you into shape like anyone else!”

Ann swallowed very hard for a moment. This was almost scary, a little too scary for her liking. Did she really have to be here? She clearly didn't–

“Listen up! Just because you passed with flying colors, it won't mean that I will show you any mercy!” The woman continued, her voice hitting the eardrums harshly. And yet, Ann did not dare to cover them, not even for a second. “You're starting out like anyone else and have to work your way up! I will have my eyes on you at all times! You will not slack for even a moment! Not during work and not during your training! If so, it will have its consequences! Just because you're a little girl doesn't mean I will show you any mercy!”

She was direct, more than that, it was all very clear. There was no way to misinterpret those words. It was all too obvious. So all Ann could do was nod, slowly. But was that enough? no, of course not.

“I’m not hearing you!” 

“Yes M’am!” 

“That took too long! But I will overlook it this once… Do not expect me to do that everytime however.”

“O… Of course Ma’m.” Talk about a first impression… Literally. But this was who she was, who she presented herself to be. Kadenokoji Ichijiku. 

From afar she was already scary enough, somewhat terrifying even. But being so close to her now made her even scarier than before. How could anyone talk back to her!? It’s impossible! And yet… She will be the one guiding Ann through this, one way or another… Time to get used to it.

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[oxydiane]

sirius’ story makes me so sad.

he grows up in an abusive household surrounded by bigoted people and tries time and time again to prove he’s different and undo all the things his family has done to give the black name that reputation.

he only finds solace at the age of eleven when he meets james and subsequently when he escapes his home and effectively abandons his family at sixteen, not even a legal adult yet.

immediately after finishing school he’s thrown in the middle of a war, a war meant for adults and fought by children, and not even three years later he realises that he put his trust in the wrong person, and because of his mistake the one person who had helped him through it all for the past decade is dead. everything falls apart. james is dead, lily is dead, remus is god knows where, peter is a traitor and hagrid is refusing to give him his godson. the godson he had sworn to protect, the boy james and lily died to protect, the last fickle trace of them in this world, the godson he was ready to take up and raise and protect with his life, that is being taken away from him too.

he has nothing left to lose, tracks down the traitor, the man he trusted who now has such precious blood on his hands, and he gets framed. no trial, no investigation, not even a chance to speak up for himself, because after all he is a black and that last name speaks louder than a thousand words and no matter how much he’s tried to undo it, his name will always precede his actions in the eyes of everyone watching.

he spends more than a decade locked up, being sucked dry of every happy memory until he’s forgotten how james moves, how he smells and how he laughs and quickly he can’t remember anything that makes james alive and all he can remember is the corpse he’d seen that day, just a few days before his twenty-second birthday, untouched laying on the ground, so untouched he could have mistaken it for his sleeping form if not for his eyes open and brown and devoid of life. he rots away at azkaban, decides to rot away in there because the more he thinks about it the more he feels that is the right place for him, he decided to switch with peter, he is the reason his friends are dead, he deserves every nightmare filled night and dirty look from the minister each time he visits. and then, one day, he sees it. his reason to escape. peter alive and relatively well off on the front page of the daily prophet written down in ink the promise he will be at hogwarts in the near september, the same place his godson, his harry will be and he cannot take it anymore, he escapes.

he sees harry, alone in the streets after running away from his muggle family and that feels so, so familiar. he sees harry longing after a broomstick and there is so much of james in that. he is at hogwarts and hiding under the bleachers of the quidditch field and he gets to see how skilled his harry is, he’s all james, there is so much of james in the way he holds himself on his broom, in the air, and in the way it is so apparent he loves playing.

when he finally, finally, gets pettigrew, and the rest, alone in the shrieking shack he can finally taste it, the revenge he’s been agonising for over a decade, his chance to avenge james and lily. remus shows up, snape shows up and the kids knock him out cold and that is probably the best night sirius has had in the past twelve years because his godson, his harry believes his innocence and he is about to finally avenge james, with remus.

harry stops them, he doesn’t want them to become murderers and yet again sirius marvels at how much of james is still alive in this small boy, james wouldn’t have wanted that either.

they leave the shack with a promise of making him a free man, finally, and with a smaller promise, just between him and harry, to finally be together once this is all over, to be a family, just the two of them. everything he’s ever wanted is so close, getting his revenge, getting back his freedom, getting to be a family with harry; it’s almost too good to be true, and it all slips away from his fingers in seconds.

suddenly pettigrew is gone, and he is locked up waiting for the kiss, to say goodbye to the soul that had kept him anchored to sanity all those years and say goodbye to all the promises made mere minutes prior. and harry is saving him again, helping him out, setting him free. those promises still cannot be kept but that’s alright, because harry knows he is innocent and they will figure something out, they always do.

he lives on the run, he lives in a small hideout near hogsmeade while worried sick because that dumbledore bastard couldn’t possibly find a way to pull harry out of that bloody tournament, could he? and suddenly voldemort is back.

voldemort is back and sirius is stuck inside the house he had grown to hate, the house he had desperately escaped when he was just a kid. he hears his mother’s yells and has to look at the tapestry with his missing face and hear his elf remind him of everything he’s hated and everything that has tormented him. the walls bear memories he’d rather throw away and burn and harry is in danger.

harry is in constant danger, everyone is in danger and he can’t do anything to help. when news struck that harry is in the department of mysteries, facing off death eaters, he doesn’t care anymore, doesn’t care for orders because dumbledore’s orders have never been his priority, harry is.

he shows up, finally, and he gets to save harry, stand up for him, and fight by his side for the last time before his own very cousin, a member of the family that has done so much damage and harm to him all of his life, puts an end to his life.

he dies with a smile on his face, ghost of a laughter still present as harry watches the last part of a family he never got to have die forever. and just like that sirius is gone.

he didn’t get to avenge james and lily, he didn’t get to be a free man again, he didn’t get to raise harry, or to be a family with him. just like that his life is over and only ten of those excruciating thirty-six years haven’t been absolute torture for him.

#sorry i always get emotional after rewatching prisoner of azkaban #this was a stream of consciousness #like i just had to many feelings #prisoner of azkaban #PoA #harry potter #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #marauders #peter pettigrew #rant #sirius deserved better #sirius makes me so sad #albus dumbledore #dumbledore bashing

[darrylhudson86]

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[imagineteamfreewill]

Hostage

Title: Hostage

Pairing: Bank Teller!Dean x Robber!Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: Bank robbery, guns, threatening

Square Filled: Bank Teller Dean

Summary: Dean’s day was going fine until she walked in.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2021-2022 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo)! As always, thank you for reading and supporting me. I hope you enjoy! Dividers are by @firefly-graphics

Dean’s job was a relatively safe one. He got a steady paycheck, had solid insurance, and his coworkers weren’t too bad, either. He’d been on track to get a degree in automotive mechanics when Sam got sick, so he’d dropped out of school and moved back to Kansas to help take care of his little brother. With their parents gone, he and Bobby were the only family that Sam had, and Bobby wasn’t able to work full-time and take care of Sam. Dean had found a job at a bank in town to help pay for medical bills. It allowed Bobby to stay at home and take care of Sam most days, and when Bobby wasn’t there, Dean was. The branch manager had known John and Mary when they were children. She wanted to watch out for the Winchester boys in any way she could, which meant that she looked the other way more than once when Dean had called in “sick” because he was driving Sam to treatment or to another appointment. Dean was lucky to have found the job that he did.

After Sam got better, Dean never went back to school. He stayed at the bank, partially out of concern that Sam might get sick again, partially because he felt a sense of duty towards the manager who’d been kinder than they’d deserved, and partially because it was a solid job. He didn’t have to worry about building a business from the ground up or finding customers like he would have if he’d tried to start his own mechanics shop, which had been his plan throughout his teenage years and his early twenties. He met a girl, too, and that alone would’ve been a good enough reason for him to stay at the bank.

So, five days a week, Dean put on his uniform and drove the Impala to the bank on Oak Street, where he sometimes opened the branch and sometimes closed. He worked eight hours a day, then went home to the apartment he and Y/N shared on 9th Avenue. Sam lived down the block. Sometimes they had dinner together, but most nights it was just him and Y/N at the table. His life usually stuck to this routine, which he appreciated. After all, everyone kept telling him that the older he got, the more he’d like the predictability of it all.

“Have a nice day, Mr. Booth,” Dean said, smiling politely at the old man on the other side of the plexiglass. The withered man had been a customer since before Dean had started. He came in once a week to take out the same amount of cash, and he insisted on tipping Dean every time. Legally, Dean couldn’t take tips, but around the holidays the branch manager would allow him to take the cash Mr. Booth offered to buy donuts and coffee for the rest of the tellers. Mr. Booth was a kind man and Dean looked forward to the weekly visits with him. He remembered Sam and Bobby, and he always asked after Y/N.

“You too, Dean,” Mr. Booth said. “You be good to that girl of yours, now.” He tucked the cash into his wallet and then slipped it into the pocket of his jeans, then hobbled back towards the door.

A steady stream of people had been coming in and out of the bank all day, but the line had finally dwindled down to just one customer. Dean finished tucking away the leftover papers from Mr. Booth’s transaction so he was ready for the next customer, but another teller called the woman over to his window before Dean could speak up.

Sighing, Dean grabbed his coffee and took a sip. It was lukewarm, which wasn’t surprising given the fact that it had sat mostly untouched all morning, but he drank it anyway. He’d opened the bank this morning and there was still another hour before his lunch, then another three before he could go home to Y/N. He’d promised to make tacos for dinner, though he was seriously debating on just ordering takeout if it meant having an extra half hour off his feet.

Movement in the lobby caught his eye and Dean called out on instinct, “I can help the next customer if you’re ready!”

He looked up, a polite smile fixed on his face as he put his cup back out of the way. The person on the other side of the glass had a mask over their mouth and nose, which wasn’t uncommon, but the dark beanie over the top of their head and the strange look in their eyes made Dean uneasy.

“What can I help you with today?” he asked. He kept one hand on the computer mouse, but he slipped the other underneath the counter where his panic button was. It would call Jody and Donna down at the station if needed, as well as alert the other tellers to the situation.

“I need to withdraw some cash,” the customer said, their voice muffled by the mask over their face.

Dean nodded. “Do you have a withdrawal slip? I can help you fill one out if you need it.”

Reaching with his right hand for the blank slips in the holder on the counter, Dean glanced away from the customer’s face just for a moment. Something dark blocked his view of the person on the other side of the window and he froze. When he looked back, a sleek black handgun was pointed at him, the barrel pressed firmly against the plexiglass. The barrier wasn’t bulletproof and his chest constricted as he stared down the gun.

“I need all the cash in your drawer,” the customer ordered. “You can put it in here.”

They held a bag over the wooden divider beside the window and Dean reached for it. He let his fingers trip over the panic button underneath the counter on the way. Silently, he began to load the cash from his teller drawer into the canvas duffel while the person on the other side watched.

The bank lobby had grown silent other than the shuffling of the cash and panicked whispers from the other employees. All the other customers had cleared out, though Dean wasn’t sure if it was because they’d seen what was happening or if they’d just conveniently finished their transactions in the knick of time.

“Everything goes in there. Don’t try to leave any of it behind.”

Dean glanced up at the person and nodded silently, then carefully transferred the last bundle of bills into the bag. He zipped it up and tried not to glance towards the doors to the outside as he handed it back over the divider.

“Come around to this side,” they ordered.

Slowly, Dean stepped out of his booth and started walking towards the locked gate on the far side of the line of the teller windows. The other tellers stood in their places, frozen with fear as Dean passed behind them. None of them so much as uttered a word. The bank had never been robbed, not since long before the branch manager had gotten her position, and though they all received training for situations like these, real life was always different than a simulation.

The robber followed Dean down the line, keeping the gun pointed at him as he walked. They didn’t seem hurried or stressed about what they were doing, which meant they were either experienced or stupid. Judging by the familiar way they held the gun, Dean went with experienced.

“Don’t do anything stupid. Come stand in front of me.”

He obeyed and swallowed hard when the robber pressed the barrel of the gun to his temple. The metal was cool and he closed his eyes for a second while he attempted to steady his breathing. His heart pounded in his chest, making his head swim, and his skin itched with anxiety.

“You and I are going to go out to my car now. Understand? None of your co-workers are going to follow us, and when the cops arrive, they’re going to say that you went home sick. Do you all understand?”

They raised their voice so that everyone could hear their demands and Dean felt the robber shift slightly behind him as they looked around. All around the lobby, the tellers, bankers, and his manager agreed with quiet, unsure voices.

The next words were nothing more than a whisper in Dean’s ear. “Tell them you’re going to be okay. I don’t need people freaking out and ruining this for me.”

His mouth felt like it was filled with sand but Dean licked his lips and spoke up anyway, his voice cracking embarrassingly as he said, “I’ll be fine, guys. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

He wasn’t sure if he would or not, but some concrete reassurance seemed better than none at all.

Seemingly satisfied, the robber shoved Dean forward. He walked out of the bank with them close behind. At no point did the gun leave his head, and it stayed pointed at him even as he climbed into the passenger seat of a sleek black car. They continued to aim it at his forehead while closing the door and going around the front of the vehicle to get to their own side.

“Buckle up,” they ordered, and Dean obeyed without a word. He kept his hands in his lap as the person threw the bag of cash into the backseat and shoved the key into the ignition. The car roared to life beneath them and soon they were pulling out onto Main Street. Sirens sounded behind them, but they turned down Oak Street like they hadn’t even seen the robber’s getaway car with Dean in the passenger seat. His stomach rolled as the robber slammed their foot against the gas pedal. They were merging onto the highway out of town.

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked when his stomach had settled again and they were gliding smoothly through the traffic towards Kansas City.

In the driver’s seat, Y/N pulled off her mask and hat, chucking them in the backseat with the bag of cash. She heaved a sigh as Dean took the gun from her outstretched hand and tucked it into the glove box. His adrenaline was still a little high as he handled it, but at no point had she clicked off the safety, so he knew that his body would regulate itself soon.

“Probably take you home and ravish you,” she replied. She shot him a smile and he chuckled.

“You watch too much TV.”

She laughed this time and adjusted her grip on the wheel, looking forward again. “Sam and Jess left for the airport as I was parking the car, and we’re crashing at their new place for the week. You wanna text him and make sure he’s got everything they need?”

Nodding, Dean grabbed Y/N’s phone from her purse on the floor of the passenger seat and texted Sam. When that’s done, he rested his head against the headrest and sighed. “You know, we’re gonna have to be careful how, when, and where we deposit the money.”

“You think I haven’t thought that through already?” she scoffed.

“I know you have,” he answered.

The car ride was silent as Dean dozed in the passenger seat, until finally she reached over and shook him awake with a hand on his thigh. He rubbed his eyes and squinted out the windshield at the heavier traffic.

“We almost there?”

Y/N nodded and glanced over at him before merging into the exit lane. “Just about. Sam called; they’re at the airport. They’ll text us when they land in Florence. They’re supposed to land around 10:00am tomorrow.”

Dean stretched as much as he could in the tiny front seat, groaning as he adjusted his posture to sit back up against the seat. He’d slid down while he slept, and he had no doubt he was snoring, too.

“That’s good,” he said. “You need me to do anything?”

“Turn the duffel bag inside out so the canvas is on the inside. It needs to blend with the rest of our luggage.” She glanced over at him again. “And change into the shirt I put in my purse for you. We don’t want anyone seeing your bank uniform.”

He followed her instructions as she drove the rest of the way to the apartment that Sam and Jess purchased a few weeks ago. Sam had been wanting to move out of Lawrence for a while now, and their recent buy combined with his and Jess’ delayed honeymoon to Italy made the perfect excuse for Dean and Y/N to house-sit.

By the time they got to the parking spots designated for their apartment, Dean had changed into the polo Y/N had packed for him. It wasn’t his favorite, but it went well with the dress pants and shoes so he didn’t look too out of place. The goal was to blend in as much as possible.

“Jess told the receptionist that we’re housesitting for them this week, so we can go straight up. We shouldn’t have to worry about getting stopped.”

Y/N climbed out of the car and grabbed her suitcase out of the bag, as well as a second matching duffel bag. Dean took the one with the cash and her purse, then took the handle of his own suitcase after Y/N unloaded it from the trunk of the car.

They walked together towards the building entrance, and as they near the doors, Y/N chuckled. Dean glanced over at her and raised an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

She grinned as she paused on the sidewalk in front of the double glass doors, and the mischievous sparkle in her eye made Dean grin as well. “I forgot to ask you,” she says. “How was your day?”

He laughed, then leaned down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “It was fine. Nothing exciting happened,” Dean teased, and she rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re so full of it. I picked the worst hostage.”

They laughed all the way up to the apartment, and Dean teased her all weekend about being her hostage, though he didn’t mind his role one bit.

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[kamenwriter]

Two Quick Reviews

After watching a documentary about the works of Hideaki Anno, I decided to seek out the two live action movies he made after End of Evangelion and before Cutie Honey. I've honestly got a very cynical take on both of them. But I'll try to talk about them as fairly as I can.

Love & Pop is the story about a young high school girl who occasionally lets salarymen pay her and her friends to have meals with them, a type of "legal" prostitution called "Compensated Dating." After her and her friends all go out as a group with a guy to raise the money for her to buy an expensive ring, she rejects the others money wanting to earn it on her own. Going on what end up being two very disturbing and possibly traumatizing "dates."

The content is hard to comment on as a non-Japanese viewer. There seems to be a commentary on the ennui of life in Japan in the late 90s. There is also of course a commentary on the type of men that pay high school girls to spend time with them. With some just being sad lonely men wanting companionship, and others being perverted and depraved.The most violent of the men depicted hypocritically looks down upon the girls for doing exactly what he paid them to do.

The cinematography is of course what gets talked about the most in this film. With Anno going full Akio Jissoji, placing the camera everywhere in the set, an early scene placing the camera in a microwave and the bottom of a bowl among others. Two scenes that seem to be set in the main characters subconscious involve a camera on a model train track traveling through an empty set with various stage lights mounted on the ceiling, passing by stationary actors.

Honestly the film felt way to long to me, with me almost giving up half-way through, and ultimately fast-forwarding through the second half to get through it. The novelty of the camera work wears off and the drama of the girls day-to-day lives in the first half of the film failed to hold my attention.

Shiki-Jitsu (Ritual) is about Hideaki Anno meeting a manic-depressive dream girl and helping her confront her demons.

No, really.

An animation director only identified only as "The Director" returns to his (Anno's) hometown of Ube, Japan, where he dreams of making the move to live action film and "realism." He meets a woman wearing an elaborate outfit on the train tracks who declares that "tomorrow is her birthday." He ends up following her around each day, and eventually filming her and living with her. She lives in an abandoned office building (that still has electricity and running water) , where she has turned two of the floors into essentially art installations. She listens to answering machine tapes of her mother to "talk" to her. And occasionally stands on the top of the building to see if she's ready to kill herself. As she becomes more and more dependent on The Director, he finds himself exhausted of taking care of her, and tries to help her move on from her demons.

The cinematography here is much more subdued than in Love & Pop. With Anno using atmospheric shots of his hometown for ambience, having the two characters wander around empty factory streets, the rooftops of shopping arcades, and train tracks. The director starts filming the girl, because he "can only communicate his feelings through film" (something Anno has said about himself numerous times) and we get several handheld shots throughout the film as a result. The climatic scene is one continuous shot of three characters talking, with only one camera pan after a character leaves the scene.

I want to interact with this film on it's own terms, but it's so hard not to be cynical over the "author self-insert meets a depressed fantasy girl and saves her" premise, something I've seen more than once. The story is based on a novella, and the author of said novella (one of Steven Segal's children, funny enough) plays the girl in question. At first, the manifestations of the girl's depression felt really pretentious to me, with her elaborate art installations, but when she starts having actual breakdowns in the second half of the film, it began to feel more real. On the whole, however. It felt very self-indulgent. And it might be aware of this fact. It asserts time and time again that humans are selfish.

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[prep4tomoro]

Living On Nothing: What the Homeless Can Teach Us When Life Throws a Curve Ball

Most of us wouldn't CHOOSE to be homeless. But we should never say "never"; life has a way of throwing us curve balls. If you do find yourself on the run to avoid persecution or capture or homeless due to natural disaster, financial ruin and lack of friends/family ties, this information will be crucial to cope (and survive) despite setbacks. Homeless people have learned a lot of valuable information about surviving in a broken world with limited handouts; that's why it's imperative we learn from them on how they're able to survive. [VIDEO 1] [VIDEO 2: LESS - Losing is Everything (the movie on TUBITV.COM)] Here are some things to consider:

1 – Newspaper Is Your Friend for bedding, Insulation, Fire and Education.

2 – Sleeping On The Streets: Find a mattress, find a sleeping bag, find a friend, find shelter, sleep in open areas.

3 – Remain Hopeful: Recognize your talents and form a plan, make friends, receive help, and get on track.

4 – Look As Presentable As Possible: Try not to look homeless. Stay as clean and groomed as possible.

5 – Find Some Kind of [legal] "Hustle" to Make Money. This is where your individual talents can work for you.

6 – Dress For Survival: Layers are your friend to add or remove with changing weather conditions.

7 – Get A Stray Dog for company, warmth and protection.

8 – Keep Your Stuff On You At All Times to prevent theft by other homeless people.

9 – Stay Packed: Your situation can change at a moment's notice. Always be packed and ready to leave at any moment.

10 – Avoid Fighting Unless Being Attacked to prevent injury in an already difficult situation. But, defend yourself until you can run.

11 – Blend In with your surroundings. Lay low and don't get into trouble. Keep quiet about what you know and what you have.

12 – Stay Warm: Blankets, Fire, Shelter.

13 – Stay in Familiar Area to keep safe, reduce surprises and receiving food and handouts (homeless shelters), as you become familiar to passersby.

14 – Have Access To First-Aid to stay well and treat cuts/scrapes to prevent diseases.

15 – Choose Foods Wisely: Nutritious as possible, light-weight to travel, not accessable to critters.

16 – Carry Refillable Bottles to stay hydrated. Sanitize drinking water.

17 – Find and Wear good footwear: You could be walking quite a bit. Prevent blisters and keep feet dry.

18 – Always be aware of your surroundings to stay safe and recognize opportunities for resources.

19 – Travel along routes to give you the most protection from the elements.

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[waywardstraysau]

A few questions, some are follow up questions to previous asks

1. In the case of someone like MK, living on the streets before being found, do they just take them straight to the school as soon as possible? Hunter, King, and Luz they waited a month before having them come to the school so that they could set up living arrangements for them, but they were somewhere safe. Camila was letting them live in her house (for Hunter, King and Vee). But in the case of someone like MK, he was just trying to survive. Do they have emergency rooms set up for cases like that? Or since it took them two months to track him down did they already have a room cleared out in case he decided he wanted to come to the school?

2. What is Connie's major? Or is she undeclared so that she can get a better feel for things at the start of college?

3. Once Ford and Fiddleford have locked onto a world, do they have a way to be able to find it again? Like coordinate readings that the machines give them that they record so that they can revisit worlds later? Or in the case that something goes wrong they are able to rescue Ford without having to refind the world.

4. Because its tax season and I just finished my taxes that got me thinking about this. Does the school legally exist for tax purposes? Since they have to pay their staff and they have to do their taxes (not everyone did tax fraud like Stan after all). Also, if the school exists legally, they can get tax exempt letters that they give the grocery stores when buying food for the students. Just since works in a grocery store, local school districts and universities have tax exempt letters for when they need to get things from the grocery store. But that would require a legal existence which I'm not sure if the school has.

Happy to elaborate on them further! 1) Every now and again, when they investigate potential students, they sometimes have to call someone at the school to quickly get a room setup if the student in question is in an unsafe living environment and they need to get them to safety fast. MK's case was one of the slower situations since they needed time to forge all the paperwork/documentation before they could take him out of the country, so he stayed with them and by the time they got him to the school, his room was more than ready. On the other hand, they asked Dani to come with them immediately, since she was also homeless and had no other adults to rely on. Her room was only about halfway done by the time she arrived so she ended up having to share with one of the other girls her age until it was done. 2) Right now, Connie's studies center around physical science and mathematics. She knows she wants to do something in the STEM field and will probably find a way to use it to help the Gems in the new era, but she's keeping her options on what that is exactly open. 3) Yes actually! They keep meticulous records of each world they find as well as it's coordinates and any other factor that might be important to finding it again. 4) Ah the necessary but hated evil of taxes. Can't live with them, can't throw them in a bonfire and say we never got them. To answer your actual question, yes, the school does legally exist. As much as they try to keep it hidden from unwanted prying eyes, they can't hide it completely. Instead, on the paperwork they pass it off as an institution for traumatized youth who need very unique/specialized care, a lie they also use on more than a few parents. Feel free to ask more!

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[virgilesserblog]

Influences on Motorcycle Accident Cases in Las Vegas

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Factors Influencing Motorcycle Accident Cases

In the vibrant streets of Las Vegas, motorcycle accident cases are often influenced by a multitude of factors. The outcome of these cases can hinge on various elements, each playing a significant role in determining liability and compensation for those involved.

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However, amidst these complexities, the importance of thorough investigation and analysis cannot be overstated. Delving into the circumstances surrounding an accident, collecting evidence, and reconstructing the events are critical steps in determining liability. Such meticulous efforts are essential for ensuring that the responsible party is held accountable and that victims receive the compensation they rightfully deserve.

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Role of a Las Vegas Motorcycle Accident Lawyer

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Key Considerations for Victims of Motorcycle Accidents

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Conclusion: Navigating Motorcycle Accident Cases with Confidence

Reflecting on the factors influencing motorcycle accident cases in Las Vegas, it's evident that navigating through such situations can be daunting. From road conditions to human error, numerous elements can impact the outcome of these cases. However, amidst the complexities, one thing remains clear: seeking legal guidance and representation is crucial.

For victims of motorcycle accidents, the aftermath can be overwhelming. In such challenging times, having a dedicated legal advocate by your side can make all the difference. A skilled attorney, like those at Corena Law, can provide the expertise and support needed to navigate through legal proceedings with confidence.

If you find yourself in the unfortunate situation of a motorcycle accident in Las Vegas, remember that you're not alone. Reach out to Corena Law for compassionate assistance and robust representation. Our team is committed to ensuring that your rights are protected and that you receive the justice and compensation you deserve.

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